April 2007
6 posts
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Rosa, hold all my calls
I’m fighting to keep my eyes closed, but the light seeps in and finally my lids betray me. I rub my eyes and mumble something to myself. I can hear Robert running water in the bathroom. My watch says I’ve slept in.
I sit up and look in the mirror. Bad idea. I consider going bad to sleep, but I doubt that will get me very far. The sun is already streaming in the window and I can feel...
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sci-fi chihuahua cemeteries
Up again at dawn, we walk the broken sidewalks while it’s still cool enough to be outside. We have a coffee at the touristy Radisson, and a nice breakfast on the back patio of the Smoky Mermaid. What makes a mermaid so smoky as to deserve her own patio? I muse, munching on a piece of papaya. I have fresh papaya every day here, and cream in my coffee. That alone may be enough to persuade me...
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gaining momentum, not sleep
Being out in the city today was even more delightful and exhausting than I hoped.
I wake to the sound of seabirds outside my window and Robert puttering around with something, something. He tells me it’s quarter to six and would I like to go for a walk. I stretch a bit and yawn my agreement. Stumbling out of bed, I stand and look face to face with a sunrise nothing less than...
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everything shiny and new
Peering out the airplane window, I can see miles and miles of jungle and not much else. We crossed into the tiny country about twenty minutes ago and we’re already almost on the other side. Before our wheels actually hit Belizean soil, I count five cars, one boats and one set of power lines. Dirt roads appear and disappear into the jungle, but no one is driving on them.
Norman finds us...
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three cheers, and make mine a double
“And you were supposed to take my virginity. You don’t remember that?” He asks, eyes wide and probing over the rim of his glass as he takes another pull.
I cough and fight back the urge to squirm. “Ha, uh… n-no, no I don’t remember that, actually.” One would think I would have a gem like that burned into the back of my brain. Where the hell was I when...
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scrambling and miscommunication - ha!
I have to laugh, or I’ll start throwing furniture. Those are the choices.
I’m sitting around my house, waiting for something interesting to do. I should be working, of course. I should be finishing a brochure or working on my presentation. I leave for Belize in two days and I’m not quite finished with everything. But I’m not sure I care, right now.
For this project, I...